Only The Bridge Knows Poem by dipak adhya

In the midnight
When the last train goes by safely
Over the iron bridge with crushing sound
Certainly God also goes to sleep

The iron bars breath again in peace
He too goes to sleep

The bridge is now old
Very old
Every night he dreams shortly
To be rejuvenated
But Alas!

The train everyday carries
The innocent ones
The old iron bars try hard to be fit
And then sighs!

One-day an MP was coming alone
In a special train
Now the whole bridge is
Very thoughtful

Does it think different?
Does it?
Only the bridge knows!